"You all set for moving Tracey?" Fredrick asked as he walk up behind me holding my box of movies.
"I suppose so.. I don't understand my parents. Wealthy people wasting their money on fancy cars and five different mansions. Why not donate it to people who need it?" As I went on mumbling.
Fredrick rolled his eyes and his tail swished in the air as he walked away. The way Fredrick walked around high in his own skin proud of who he is always drove me towards him. My neighbor. I have a crush on my neighbor. IM MOVING AWAY EVEN! What's with this.
You're also probably wondering about his tail? He cosplays a lot, he has this makeshift tail he made that he wears all the time.
Fredrick, a handsome Spanish, and French man with long hair and a passion for acting.. typical.
Oh, I don't think I've introduced myself. My name is Patricia Tracilyn Olivewood.
Try saying that three times fast. Bet you just tried to.
Now you're denying it.
Hah!

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My parents, Quinton and Alexandria Olivewood are very wealthy people. They don't actually take time to see me. When they do, it's always to make fun of my poor life or to keep watch of their local mansion.
This time, they're moving to Ireland so I inherited their local mansion and everyone who works there. Along with a ton of money. Everyone's wildest dream, why complain? Complaining is only half of the anger I feel towards their gift of power and money. They have the power of money but not the power of caring to do anything truly helpful. They could be spending money on fallen countries and illegal things but no. They say there are too many things wrong with the world. Although true, they could help a small amount of people. Even though I complain about all of this stuff I mainly feel bad that they never spend any time actually with me. Abandoned by my only family and leaving the man I've loved since my first year of high school.. how stressful.